AS THE PRIMARIES LOOM
REBELLION IS IN THE AIR
I’ve always gotten a chuckle out of the song, “Evil Ways,” which was Carlos Santana’s 1969 breakthrough hit. One can hardly think of a less feminist little ditty.
It’s about a guy who’s really steamed because his wife is out shopping with her girlfriends instead of making his dinner.
“When I come home, baby
My house is dark and my pots are cold
You’re hanging ’round, baby
With Jean and Joan and who knows who
I’m getting tired of waiting and fooling around
I’ll find somebody, who won’t make me feel like a clown
This can’t go on
Lord knows you got to change”*
The song is a real hoot, if you relish the annoyance of the chronically aggrieved. I’ve often wondered how it got so much airplay, given even the comparatively restrained feminist sensitivities of 1969.